I guess it’s all over. Our marriage has failed. <br />I’m sorry I’m not what you thought you had nailed. <br />No need to get dirty in times of divorce, <br />You say you want everything; Baby! Of course! <br /> <br />You take the house the car and the cat <br />The paintings, the silver, our West London flat <br />The jewellery, the dinner set, all of the chairs, <br />the bookcase, the curtains, the French earthenware. <br /> <br />I’ll have the memories, the feelings, the thoughts, <br />Of days when we’d smile at each other’s retorts. <br />When words from the heart could tie up the tongue, <br />And ballads of blue need never be sung. <br /> <br />Go on, go ahead, help yourself, be my guest, <br />To the silicon implants that hold up your chest. <br />To the wardrobe of labels of last seasons taste, <br />The cool diamante, the pearls and the paste. <br /> <br />I’ll keep the gallery that fills up my head, <br />‘The picture’ ‘The Princess’ the day we were wed. <br />I’ll relish reminders as I reminisce <br />The resonant warmth of a once loving kiss. <br /> <br />Keep all the credit cards, take all the cash, <br />Add it to what you have probably stashed. <br />The business is yours and all of the shares. <br />Those hard sweating years, but why should you care. <br /> <br />Imagine the happiness all this can bring, <br />A ‘material girl’ with material things. <br />Possessions are allies of simplicity. <br />For what is true wealth remains within me.<br /><br />Bridgid Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-divorce/
